Let Tharon hear these children when they speak.

Let Tamenund listen!" Standing straight and tall there in the starlight, he drew his blanket across his eyes.

The Oneidas and the Stockbridge did the same.
Slowly, timidly, in compliance with my whispered bidding, the slender, trembling hands of Lois unlaced my throat-points to the shoulder, baring my chest.

Then she said aloud, but in a voice scarce audible, I prompting every word: "It is true! Under the folded leaves a Hidden Youth is sleeping.

I bid him sleep awhile.